I met her 29 years ago, but I’ve never forgotten her. At the time she was 13, and I was 18. I can still remember her first and last name. I can still picture her pretty blue eyes looking up at me through her cute glasses, with tears trickling down her face…Read More
I kiss my daughter goodbye before she leaves for school, “And sis?” She looks back at me. “Remember, I love you more than a number.”
I started saying this years ago to my first born when he started Kindergarten…
In my last blog, I wrote about The Three Questions Everyone is Born With: Who am I? Who will love me? What is my purpose?
According to former NFL player Joe Ehrmann, God intended these three fundamental questions of identity to be answered for each one of us within the loving context of our family.
The only problem is - none of us grew up in the “perfect family”…Read More
This picture is worth far more than the thousand words you’re about to read.
It has more to say than I’m able to express and achieves what language cannot: it tells a story without words. A photographer’s lens captured this quicksilver moment like lightning in a bottle, preserving in his instantaneous flash all the things we couldn’t quite bring ourselves to say aloud to each other…Read More
The world has been deceived by a quiet little lie that someone has been stealthily whispering into our ears for decades. It’s a message so subtle it’s easily accepted without a struggle and has now all but been adopted as fact…Read More
My first baby was born on July 22, 1985, and she was perfect. Big blue eyes, rosy little lips. It was like a sweet little angel from heaven had descended directly into my arms.
Well, sort of…Read More
Last week I went to my son’s athletic awards banquet. As I listened to accolades, heard names called out, and watched well-deserving kids (including my own son) walk across the stage to receive their awards, I kept thinking to myself, “This isn’t who you are. You are so much more…”Read More
How old is too old to hold your mother’s hand?
I find myself pondering this question as I journey through the reality I’m faced with every day but am often too busy to notice — my baby is growing up…Read More
Some of my most cherished memories as a young mom were the sacred moments I held my babies in my arms - dancing in the kitchen or rocking them to sleep.
My mind can take me back there in an instant. I can still hear the music. I can still feel the gentle swaying. I can still trace all the contours of their little warm bodies perfectly snuggled into mine…Read More
“Girl, you need counseling.”
These words have come out of my mouth more times than I can count.
People closest to me will attest to the fact I’m a fixer. I’m assertive. I can be pretty bold. And in the past these qualities have gotten me into some trouble…Read More
In my recent blog “My Own Little Calcutta”, I shared about how my mission field looks very different from the heroic missionaries who set off to third world countries to proclaim the Gospel. And your mission might look entirely different from mine.
A week after writing that blog, my heart stirred again when I heard Fr. Edwin Leonard remind us at our church’s Lenten mission series that we were “made for mission”…Read More
I’ve had a bit of a rocky start to Lent this year.
Ash Wednesday came and went without me having given any real thought to what I was “doing”. I just hadn’t stilled myself long enough to ask the Lord what He wanted me to do. Sure, I planned to give up my usual sweets (which is a feat in and of itself for this sugar lover).
But what more was the Lord calling me to?Read More
1960 was not a great year to get divorced; especially if you didn’t have a job, couldn’t drive a car, and had four children to feed.
When my grandmother found herself facing this situation, she did what any member of the Greatest Generation would do: she flew into action…Read More
I’m not super strict when it comes to my nutrition or even that of my kids. We eat simply. I don’t lose sleep over whether they eat sugary cereals for breakfast. And if they choose to forgo a meal that I’ve prepared and make their own peanut butter sandwich, I don’t flip out…Read More